Oh, no reason.
Just turned in the first draft of EXILE last night!
MY BODY IS READY
There’s a scene in Wild Magic (by Tamora Pierce) where the main character, Daine, stops her heart during meditation because she really, really wants to talk to the dolphins swimming offshore and her heart is beating too loud. When she’s brought back to life, Numair understandably flips his shit. So while Numair is shouting furiously at multiple gods because she stopped her own blessed heart, I was not prepared for this when I said I’d teach her magic, Daine is like, “Gosh, Numair, don’t freak out, it wasn’t a big deal.”
I like to think that Numair holds a secret grudge against dolphins to this day.
Magic is the fabric of this world and you were born of that magic.
You are magic itself.
Of course I don’t text and drive. I birdwatch and drive, it’s much more dangerous
Pretty sure all my friends have gotten used to me sporadically shouting species names in the middle of a conversation.
(These things happen. Especially if we’re on a road trip)
WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW WHO I AM INSIDE
Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #55
Magnus was right: the Men of Letters must be spinning in their graves right now.